On that day, there was a fall rain. This case would be recorded as the Fall Rain Tradition Blood Case.
In the back of this Fall Rain Tradition Blood Case, many people saw the trace of the Tian Hai family.
There was a quiet manor in the west city of the capital, the base of the Tian Hai family.
A middle aged man, sitting on the bamboo chair next to the trees, looked in the direction of the Department of Traditional Education and said, “Look, some elders finally couldn’t wait to act.”
Standing next to him, Xu Shi Ji frowned slightly. No one knew what he was thinking.